Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-02-13
CHAPTER XIV.
HOW II SAW THE SILVER EARROws
AGAIN.

AGAIN.
Trip returned to the half villa angry, un-
happv, distracted. The house, OF which
the lodgings occupied by her and her hus-
band formed half, wa in a row Ofdetachcd
villas. Two or three were let, Others were
to be let, Just built, Others in course OF
erection. The half house adjoining the
lodging of the BeaufortS was unOccupied.
Beaufort house, P~iccadilly, had resolved
itself into No. 1. Woodbine Cottages,
Lower Norwood. That where she was
was Lower Norwood Trip did not know.
She knew she was somewhere in the su-
burbs of London, hut on which side OF the
Thames she was W
She rctrcated to her room, and locked
herself in. She was very indignant at the
treatment to which she had been subjected,
at the deception that had been played on
her, resolved to come Ito an explanation
with her husband, and insist on being al
lowed TO communicate with her parents.
What was Mr.. Beaulort'S business?
That he had some she made no doubt.
Who we're his companions? On what were
they engaged at night? Why did she see
no one? Why did none of her own sen
visit her? WHY was she watched, and
every effort made to keep her a prisoner IN
the house? These were questions that
worked to the surface in her mind. They
were questions that must he answered: she
would insist on having them satisfactorily
answered.
Trim NAV have been tOOlishly brought
up. reared to love show, TO think much OF
herself, to he greedy of admiration, hut
there was character in her-gOod stuff that
had not been brought out. She had shown
determination in the matter of the ride on
the sails of the windmill. That showed
how she could stick 10 an idea when she
had got hold of it, and carry it out.
For the first week Trip had been
~bewildered, and unable 10 take her bear
ingS. Cast into a new world, she had been
inclined To lean ON her husband, To trust
him, though disappointed. But shespeediIy
found that he was not to be trusted, that
she could trust no one hut herself. If she
leaned ON him, he wOuld let her fall. She
must gather up all her resolution, and
under the strange circumstance in which
she found herself, act for herself.
She sat in her room thinking, hut un-
able 10 decide on her course further than
10 wait her husbands return and seek an
explanation. What steps to take should
that explanation not he satisfactory, she
left for the future to decide.
Hours passed and he did not return.
She asked the wnman when he WAS likely
to IKE home, and then was angry with her
self for having asked the queStion-iOr hay
ing admitted that this person was more in
his confidence than herself. The Surly
woman gave Trip her meals ~ usual. and
the poor young wife MAIDS vain efforts 20
swallow them.
Ten o'clork came, and her husband had
not returned.
Trip ran down stairs, and told the wom-
an, Nelly. not to sit mp, she would.
''Sit up sneered Nelly. "IOu'Il have
to sit up all night then. He won't he back
till morning, if he comes at all, and when
he comes he won't want you"
Trip hared up. You i~nSOlent woman,
how dare you speak TO me like that? You
know where Mr.. Beaufort is? Where Is
he?"
Then the woman put her hands on her
hips, looked at the poor girl, and burst IN
to derisive laughter.
Unable to endure her offensive conduct
longer, Trip ran upstairs and threw her
self on her bed, and burst into bitter weep
ing through humiliation and distress.
Now she remembered JOe's warning,
how ne had babe her beware of the man
who had bewitchod her with appeals to
her vanity. Now she felt what a fatal
mistake she had made in rejecting faith
ful solid solid JOe'S offer. 1t was o late.
As she had made her bed, so must she lie
in it. But, oh! what a bed of thorns 1t
was already proving itselftO be.
oh, that dear old windmill! The hap
DIV hours she had spent in it, the cracking
ing of the timbers in the stress of the wind,
the whirr of the wings, the grind. of the
wheels, the thrOb of the shifter, the rattle
of the linking box. How all these sounds
came hack to her in the night She had
lowered the gas to a pea, and lay an her
bed thinking, her brain wide awake In
nervous excitatiOn.
OH the pleasant smell Of the flour, and
the bean field IN June in full blossom!
How sweet JOe's honey had been! No
honey ike it in the world. He kept in
the mill some bread and 9 plate Of comb,
and he had allowed Trip always, when she
came to the mill, to eat his bread and
honey.
She thought of the little house with its